Tuesday, February 27, 2018

I’m back today with Jaye Peaches – one of my
favorite authors. I haven’t read this yet, but I love the blurb and the excerpt.
I’ll be reading soon.

Blurb:

After twenty-year-old Zara
Webb is arrested for delinquent behavior while living as an exchange student in
an alien colony, she is placed into the custody of High Judge Galen Hosta. For
the duration of her sentence, she will live in Galen’s home and under his
authority, and the stern, handsome warrior will have the right not only to
punish her in any way he sees fit, but also to take her to his bed and enjoy
her beautiful body in any way he pleases.

Within moments of her
sentence being pronounced, Zara finds herself over Galen’s lap for a painful,
embarrassing bare-bottom spanking. But when she kneels at his feet, blushing
crimson as she is made to thank him for her well-deserved punishment in the
most humiliating way possible, she cannot hide her helpless arousal.

Over the coming days, Zara
discovers that Galen’s mastery of her body will be far more thorough than she
would have thought possible, yet even as she is brought to one intense,
shameful climax after another, her need for him only grows stronger. But when
her sentence is complete and she is no longer his prisoner, will she choose to
stay by his side as his mate?

Publisher’s Note: Chosen
by the High Judge is a stand-alone book set in the same world as Chosen
by the Governor. Itincludes spankings and sexual scenes. If such
material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

“You’re
a prisoner. You will earn my trust. If you behave, then I shall reward you with
greater liberties. The first test is to take down your pants and bend over my
lap. Now!”

Her
mouth hung open for a few seconds. “But… but why?”

“Your
ass needs tempering. And, I want to punish it.” He touched the back of the
chair as if to claim it. “It’s time you took responsibility for the trouble
you’re in, or have you forgotten what a naughty human you’ve been?”

The
reprimand was the sort of silly thing her father might say to her when she’d
done something wrong—naughty girl, Zara. Except when Galen said the
words, they didn’t sound the slightest bit silly. He’d given them an edge, a
hardness in his tone that made her pulse race and her skin tingle.

He
pulled her to her feet. Before she could protest, he sat on the chair, drew her
down and over his lap, and began to pull down her waistband. He dragged her
pants down to her knees and as she wriggled, he did the same to her panties. No
cool rush of air hit her skin; she was too hot to feel anything remotely
refreshing. She clenched her ass cheeks tight together and went rigid.

Was
this any less humiliating than being tied to a post and whipped while the world
watched on? Probably, it certainly felt that way.

The
smack of his hand on her ass caused her to jump up, so he grabbed her arm and
pinned it behind her back, then hooked his leg over hers, preventing her from
rising up. The next smack drove her deeper onto his lap until she felt the hard
muscles of his thighs.

She
squawked as he continued to switch from one buttock to another at a rapid pace
and the noise echoed around his office in a horrible way, as if her bottom had
been turned into a drum set.

“Oh,
ow, ow!” she howled, feeling each slap meet her tense cheeks. She knew she
should try to calm down, but she couldn’t. The more she battled against him,
the harder his hand came down and the worse it felt.

She’d
never been spanked before. It wasn’t horrendously painful or even agonizing,
but it still damn well hurt. She tried to twist her bottom to one side, but
he’d locked her in place with his firm grip.

“Keep
still, little human,” he commanded and rained down a few more smacks.

Little
human!

What
an insulting remark—it made her sound weak. She humped his lap in protest and
drummed her toes on the floor. Her panties joined her pants around her ankles.
Now her legs were completely bare.

“You
will learn to keep still or these spankings will last longer,” Galen said.

Author Bio:

I'm an author of erotic D/s
romances including Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM,
spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little
thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books.
Thank you!

When not writing, I’m busy
spending time with my family, sometimes drawing, cat watching and if good
weather allows, which being England is never often enough, I’m pulling up the
weeds in my garden.

Saturday, February 24, 2018

It’s Saturday again and I thank you for stopping by for
my Saturday Spankings snippet. Blushing Books recently accepted the third in
the Cal’s Law Series. I’m very happy and I’ll soon be sharing snippets from the
first two to try to get everyone back in a Cal and Jenny mood. Today’s snippet
is from Cassie’s Life.

Cassie is done talking to the police about her troubles
and her hotel break-in. She’s home with Tom and she wants everything settled in
their own way. But Tom’s not quite on board.

“Please,
Tom,” I asked, “can we just get it over with?”

“What?”
he asked, with a bewildered look.

I
was annoyed, was he doing it deliberately? Finally, he realized what I was
saying.

“Oh,
oh, I see,” he nodded. “No, I don’t think so girl. That was long ago, I told
you years ago that nothing you did back then counted. Our marriage began a
clean slate for us both.

This
wasn’t right. I felt the tiny bubble of fear reforming in my chest. Did he want
me to ask for a spanking? That wasn’t fair. I never asked. I just wanted it
done.

Tom
stared at me, his eyes squinting. I had the feeling of being scanned. Tom reads
me so well, not something I’m always fond of, but it’s the truth.

“Do
you want me to spank you?” he asked, surprised.

I
said nothing. Good grief, no! I didn’t want a spanking but … it’s what we do,
it’s how we reconnect, establish our roles and it allows me to let go of the
pain I know I’ve caused Tom.

I’d
looked down and Tom put his hand on my cheek causing me to look at him again.
He rephrased his question.

“Do
you need me to spank you?”

I
took a deep breath and gave him a tiny nod. “Not for then,” I told him quietly,
“for now.”

Cassie’s Life (Book 10)

Ask Cassie about her life on the river and she’ll tell you it’s lovely and peaceful. But while Cassie loves the life she lives, peaceful is not always an accurate description. Whether she’s confronting an armed man who’s in a drunken rage, planning a friend’s wedding or dealing with a ghost in a backwoods lodge, Cassie is going to deal with it the best way she knows how. And peaceful doesn’t always work.

When a mysterious phone call comes for Cassandra Wentworth – Cassie’s past is suddenly back to haunt her in a devastating way. Tom has always said nothing from before the time they met counts, but he didn’t know about this. Sue, Annie, Allie and Jenny are all willing to help, but will it be enough?

Tuesday, February 20, 2018

We have a hot writer with us today! Welcome back Daryl Devoré! I think you're going to like this one just fine.

Blurb:

If you love hot, billionaire romances, then this is a must read.

From the author of the Two Hearts One Love Trilogy,
multi-published, hot romance author Daryl Devoré's latest book revolves around
deceit, betrayal, passion and the theft of a multi-million-dollar, rare, red
diamond.

As if multiple planes crashes, a car accident, and a
concussion isn’t enough, carefree Byn and straight-lace billionaire, Mark clash
over Byn's need for independence and Mark's struggle with guilt pushing him in
the opposite direction of love. When an art forger, an art thief and a
ninety-year-old woman get involvedthe
chance for true love for Byn and Mark fades.

He
was a complex man. I'd seen two different sides of his personality, with
another facet having been hinted at. And now I caught a glimpse into his
psyche. A rich businessman showing a concern more for love and world peace than
for power. Did that explain his quiet command? He wasn't aggressive and full of
bravado, but the underlying authority was there. When he spoke, people
listened.

That
quiet power was what drew me to him the first night at Lord Middleton's manor.
It wrapped him in a sexiness level far above other rich men I'd met and miles
beyond Lord Middleton's sexiness level.

But
what was I doing letting my thoughts wander? I had a hot, naked man next to me.
I blinked and met his gaze. "Time to give you your prize."

He
grinned and placed his arms up under his head. "Prize me."

I
leaned closer and covered his swelling penis with kisses. His breath quickened.
His cock twitched. Changing what I did, I traced his shaft with teasing bites
and long licks from bottom to top. When he was completely wet, I slipped the
tip into my mouth. Holding him there, I reached around and grazed his bare ass
with the tips of my fingers. His body quivered.

Making
a circle around him with my finger and thumb, I pressed my lips to my fingers
and lowered my mouth as far as I could, then continued the movement with my
hand. Pulling my hand back up to my lips, I slid back to his tip, and then
lowering my head and hand once again. My fingers reached between his legs and
stroked his testicles. "Like that?"

"Mm-hmm.
That feels good."

I
glanced up, met his gaze, and smiled.

Using
a light touch all the way through my coordinated stroke, I kept the pressure
steady. His fingers wrapped in my hair as he pulled me closer, trying to get
deeper into me.

My
speed and pressure increased as the rest of my fingers encircled his engorged
shaft and mimicked the efforts of my lips. His hips bucked into me. His breaths
came in short sharp pants and the look on his face said he was focused on the
delicious delights my mouth and hand provided him.

My
left hand alternated from clawing his ass to caressing and squeezing his
testicles.

Daryl (@daryldevore)
lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, a black cat named
Licorice and some house ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest.
Daryl loves to take long walks on her quiet country road or snowshoe across the
back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has
touched a moon rock, a mammoth, and a meteorite. She’s been deep in the ocean
in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter, and used the
ladies room in a royal palace. Life’s an adventure and Daryl’s having fun
living it.

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I’ve been writing in my head for decades. I finally took a deep breath and began actually writing the adventures of Cassie and Tom, a fantasy couple, who have lived in my head all that time. Cassie and Tom live and love in a domestic discipline relationship that’s lasted close to forty years. I’ll have a few other stories sprinkled in, but Cassie doesn’t leave me time to write much else. I hope you’ll enjoy their stories.